An acquaintenance friend of mine recently wrote to me in an e-mail, "All things are in transition."
The same is true for me. And I don't necessarily mind transition, but I do mind not knowing where this transition is going to lead me.
Most likely I'll be back in Michigan this July and August, sailing Sand Lake and writing.
But beyond that?
Okay, so I'll admit it. As much as I trust God, I'm terrified.
The only hope I have, is being reminded by my skydiving adventure, that when I landed, I landed standing up, with my 2 feet planted on the ground.